Chapter 311: Mixed Doubles
"Fourth soul skill, Angel's Descent!"
"Ninth soul skill, Angel's Divine Light of Annihilation!"
Qian Xunji employed his fourth soul skill to elevate his spirit power level. Once again, both hands formed a peculiar gesture before his chest, interlocking thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers, with his palms aimed at Bibi Dong. Angelic divine power and angelic spirit power gathered together.
"Boom!"
An immensely colossal golden pillar of light spewed forth from Qian Xunji's hands. The sky for a kilometer behind him became dyed gold, and the backlash of angelic divine power propelled his body in constant retreat.
"Umbral Nether Rakshasa!"
"Evil Demon Whale Axe!"
"Evil Demon Whale's Fang!"
Bibi Dong employed split-mind control, her footlights of soul rings flickering one by one. A scarlet glow lit up her left leg, from which a crimson battle-axe sized for a human flew, and a scythe extending over a hundred meters slashed downward.
Boom!
A giant mushroom cloud rose, its shockwave double that of Tang Chen and Tang Hao's earlier collision. The earth sank underfoot; all vegetation, living things, and rock vanished completely. Down below appeared a crater over a kilometer in diameter and over a hundred meters deep.
Bibi Dong was flung back, slamming into the ground to carve a trench hundreds of meters long, only stopping after spitting a mouthful of blood. Indeed, divine power was no joke; despite her continuous use of so many soul skills, she'd nearly been critically injured.
Raising her head, Bibi Dong cast her gaze in Qian Xunji's direction, wariness flashing across her eyes before turning into a teasing smirk.
In midair, Qian Xunji neither got blasted away like Bibi Dong nor suffered injury. He had expended significant angelic divine power to form a barrier, blocking and dissipating the incoming energy storm in his direction so as not to affect the Clear Sky Clan below.
Once more, Bibi Dong took to the skies, hovering above the massive crater. Staring at Qian Xunji, she sneered, "Qian Xunji, how long can you hold out? You're merely a god's servant, so even if you can wield angelic divine power, it must be limited. How much angelic divine power remains in your body to draw on?"
"Hm?"
Bibi Dong's vigilance reawakened upon noticing Qian Xunji folding his arms behind his back, calm and unruffled. Did he have some hidden card? Or was it Qian Daoliu?
Her spiritual power swept the surroundings and found no trace of Qian Daoliu, so she relaxed somewhat. With her current strength, facing Qian Xunji or Bo Saixi alone, she could maintain a clear advantage. If they invoked divine power under certain conditions, she might fight them to a standstill. But she wasn't yet strong enough to battle two god-servant–level Extreme Douluo simultaneously.
Qian Xunji spoke in a tranquil tone, as though chatting with an old friend: "Bibi Dong, you really have grown stronger. Even Tang Chen, lacking divine power, a divine weapon, or ring detonation, likely wouldn't be your match now. Although I've less than thirty percent of my angelic divine power left, one way or another, you cannot prevail."
Bibi Dong taunted, "You plan to flee? Surely you're faster than I if it comes to running."
Qian Xunji replied coolly: "While Xiaochuan is still absorbing the hundred-thousand-year ring, I won't leave. But I also won't let you break through my defensive line."
"How laughable. Unless you get another Extreme Douluo to assist you."
"Who said I don't? Go on, take a look—that gift."
At his words, Bibi Dong froze. Qian Xunji's tone turned strangely seductive, eyes gleaming scarlet, an evil-suffused aura radiating from him. His spirit power was no longer golden but rather purple-black, akin to her own Rakshasa God spirit.
A purple-black energy column burst forth, brimming with wicked thoughts, exuding an Extreme Douluo–level might every bit as potent as Qian Xunji's.
"What is this?!"
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed. Her spiritual power perceived through that pillar only to discover Qian Xunji had somehow become two. The extra one wore white hair and blood-hued irises, six black wings on his back. Yet no ring glowed beneath his feet, although his aura was in the same class as Qian Xunji's.
As that purple-black aura faded, there were now three people floating in the sky. She didn't sense anything nauseating about that white-haired Qian Xunji. Instead, she felt a presence akin to her own. But in a flash, killing intent erupted from her eyes, violently intense, dyeing the sky red. Unbearable memories resurfaced in her mind.
That white-haired Qian Xunji's expression… She'd seen it on another man before. Once, Ning Fengzhi had bound her wrists with rope, left her half-suspended over the floor like some perverted deviant fulfilling a dark fetish, during his first "secret chamber session" with her. At that time, her cultivation was crippled, making her just an ordinary person, and with only her two legs she couldn't resist a Soul Saint.
This "Evil Qian Xunji" flashed a sinister grin: "Bibi Dong, you're still green."
Qian Xunji warned in a heavy tone: "Enough with the nonsense. Bibi Dong's now an Extreme Douluo. That body of hers might resemble yours—both formed from negative thoughts. If you want to die, I won't stop you."
Evil Qian Xunji was formed once Qian Xunji's external spirit bone, the Six-Winged Violet Light Wings, had been corrupted by her Rakshasa God spirit. It ceaselessly absorbed Qian Xunji's wicked thoughts for nourishment. In essence, he was also Qian Xunji, albeit the darkness in him, still capable of distinguishing right from wrong—just with minimal scruples.
"Such perfection, yet I can't sample it? Pity."
He shook his head with a sigh, recalling how he once saw Bibi Dong stark naked—specifically in the final moments when Qian Xunji battered her to pieces before the Rakshasa God carried her off. By then Bibi Dong had no spirit power to maintain Rakshasa God martial form, and all her clothes had been blown to fragments countless times along with her body. Her fiery, flawless figure was something even a hundred-thousand-year beast might never match.
"Rakshasa True Form!"
Consumed by fury, Bibi Dong recognized that facing two Qian Xunji wasn't in her favor, but she would fight to the death rather than endure such humiliations. Humans can't freely rely on soul skills with no supporting force, and that black Qian Xunji's power might be limited, so she still believed victory possible.
Her assumptions weren't wrong: Evil Qian Xunji's strength depended entirely on the negative thoughts Qian Xunji had amassed over the past years. A single person's dark side can yield only so much power.
Qian Xunji made the first move. Crimson light flickered on his left arm, and a colossal octopus appeared—tangible, no smaller than the Titan Giant Ape.
That giant octopus took a deep breath—"Pff!"—a torrent of thick inky fluid sprayed from its mouth, submerging Bibi Dong and her Rakshasa God spirit as she activated the Rakshasa True Form. The pitch-black ink was extremely viscous; once spattered, it severely reduced mobility and limited mental power.
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